Without a roof, the bricks were being washed away in the later years of the roundhouse.
We people are so small.
As wind and currents moved the ice around between the ore docks, the sounds of crunching echoed through the otherwise quiet bar.
Negative twenty looks much warmer in retrospect, wouldn’t you say? Taken through the window of a gantry crane cab.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
Delmar #4 is like two elevators in one, in capacity and design.
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
The skyway in the bottom of the picture is now gone.